Mum hurried me at 6 a.m. and warned she’d leave if I was late. I felt frustrated and pushed her slightly before heading out. I missed bus 28, so we took 293T together. A lady checked our EZ-Link cards. A schoolgirl kept staring; in the toilet, the door banged and people rushed. I saw someone kick another girl’s shoe before crossing the road filled with bicycles.

Later, a bicycle came very close to my phone and watch, and a girl sneezed on my bag. I pushed someone aside while trying to board...

The day began with quiet intentions — a small meal shared, a walk beneath the lights of Tampines. The restaurant hummed with conversation and cutlery, the scent of grilled chicken and creamy soup rising like comfort. Yet beneath the gentle clinking of glasses, emotions flickered — impatience, scolding, the ache of being seen and misunderstood.

Still, there was kindness beneath the noise. A mother’s treat, given with love that wears sharp edges. Gratitude lingers like steam from a cup of lychee...

A day of small tests and quiet lessons.
I reminded myself that calm isn’t weakness — it’s strength in disguise.
Even through noise and misunderstanding, peace is a choice I can keep making.